Thursday, 16 August 2007
Friday, 10 August 2007
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
The walk was fairly uneventful apart from meeting two of our German colleagues who weren't very playful and to be quite honest, snubbed me. I shall speak to their commander and have them reprimanded. Do Weimaraners have no respect for rank.
Once back in the car we took a different route home and ended up in an enemy human stronghold where men in white coats and women in blue uniforms over powered us and forced us apart. I was taken into a room where one of the white coated ones squirted a truth serum he called "Kennel Cough" up my nose. Not to fear I tried to sneeze it all out and carried out poisoning procedure by repeatedly submerging my nose in cool water once I returned to base. After the white coated man was done with me a woman called "urse" appeared, took me off and forcibly implanted a tracking chip in my neck. It was a bit painful but once I'd made a run for it and found my human operative, one of them gave me a biscuit, so in the end it was worth it. My human must be commended for keeping a cool head whilst I was being interrogated and assisting in my escape by keeping the guards occupied with his cash card.
I'm going to contact intel about this tracking chip and find out further information. I'm getting drowsy now, must sleep, I hope this isn't the effect of the enemy drugs.
Monday, 6 August 2007
Afternoon, Major Rufus here. I am pleased to report that Central Park in Plymouth apears to be a Vizsla stronghold. My humans and I were undercover as a family walking their dog when we happened upon another male SVS operative going by the code name Harvey. He was a boisterous old chap and dare I say it a little insubordinate! He was however doing the SVS proud, showing the breed off fantastically as he was from working stock so very tall and strong. I'd have said his previous regiment must have been attached to the Royal Marines. I witnessed Plymouth Argyle football team training too. They are very fit and most welcome to assist the SVS with our mission.
My humans were tactically very good today, throwing my ball to enable me to show off my fantastic retrieving skills and calling me to heel when joggers and young children ran past. Of course I obeyed as any good officer should do, plus it was an opportunity to hold my head up high and trot elegantly. Many people commented on my handsomeness today but modesty prevents me from agreeing with them.
I allowed my humans an ice-cream break towards the end of the mission as they had worked exceptionally well today. In return they presented me with a Kong from a place called Pawmark. What I think they actually meant to present me with was a gong for Denmark but they are only human after all.